Legislative Apocalypse
by
William J. Lynott
Many years ago, one of the popular
national magazines carried a regular feature highlighting what
they called "Silly Law of the Month." The object of
this satirical indignation was obsolete or irrelevant legislation
remaining on the books in one state or another.
I still recall several examples
from that feature. One was a law requiring the operator of a
gasoline or steam-powered motor vehicle to turn off his engine
if it appeared to be frightening a horse. Another imposed a fine
on anyone caught playing poker or other game of chance on the
Sabbath.
At the time -- fifty or more years
ago -- the notion of silly laws, or too many laws, rated little
more than a passing chuckle.
Not so today.
Somewhere in the course of America's
checkered legislative history it became our custom to measure
the worth of our state and federal legislators on the basis of
how many new laws they manage to inject into the legislative
hopper.
That has turned out to be an extraordinarily
bad idea.
Sadly, the most pressing challenge
facing many of our state and federal legislators today is the
fierce competition with each other to get their names on new
laws. The inevitable result has been countless days, months,
and years of legislative time, and undreamed of amounts of taxpayer
dollars, spent in trying to concoct ideas for hot new laws. The
resulting backroom deals would be comic if they weren't so frightful:
"If you'll let me put your name down as co-sponsor of my
new bill, I'll cosponsor your next new bill."
As it is, we already have too
many silly laws on America's books -- hundreds of thousands of
them. Still, new ones keep gushing out of the legislative geyser,
much like an apocalyptic flood.
The commonwealth of Pennsylvania
stands as one of the finest examples of this phenomenon. In the
1995/96 legislative session alone, Pennsylvania legislators introduced
a total of 4,772 new bills. Remember, that's for a single two-year
legislative session.
Even more dismaying is what takes
place in the hallowed chambers of the United States Capitol building
in Washington during a typical session. In the 1995/96 session,
the combined total of new bills introduced by both houses of
congress was a mind-numbing 7,991.
Fortunately, the majority of new
bills introduced by our overzealous lawmakers are so blatantly
nonsensical or self- serving that they never get beyond committee
level. Only 333 of those federal bills were actually passed into
law during 1995/96.
Of the 4,772 new bills introduced
in Pennsylvania during that same period, 317 were eventually
written into law. You will note that the single state of Pennsylvania
passed almost as many new laws during this period as did the
U.S. Congress. And let's not forget the other 49 states.
Although the survival rate for
new bills is comfortingly low, it doesn't take a math wizard
to figure out that the number of new laws actually put into place
in this country in a decade or two is truly mind boggling.
Just how compelling is this need
to feed increasing amounts of fodder into the legislative grist
mill? Consider what happened in the Pennsylvania House at the
start of the 1997/98 session. A newly-elected state representative
from Montgomery County, with no prior legislative experience,
introduced her first proposed legislation before she had been
in office 90 days -- barely enough time to learn where the coffee
shop is. And what was her first contribution to the legislative
cauldron? A bill that would require all restaurants in the state
to install diaper-changing tables in both women's AND men's rest
rooms.
A more telling illustration, perhaps,
is the rush of state legislators to introduce bills authorizing
new designs for auto license plates. A number of states have
authorized dazzling assortments of designs and colors that have
rendered license plates far less useful as an on-the-spot means
of visual identification. Law enforcement agencies trying to
identify a registration with only a partial license number to
work with have a difficult enough time when the state is known;
the task becomes all but impossible if the state of registration
is uncertain.
Some special-interest license
plates have designs and colors that make it difficult to read,
or even see, their numbers from a reasonable distance. Referring
to Pennsylvania's "Flagship Niagara" design, a New
York collector of license plates said, "The cops hate it.
Sure, it's very pretty, but they just can't read it." At
last count, Pennsylvania alone has a nonsensical 118 different
plate designs and color combinations, and there are other states
with even more. Despite earnest pleas by law enforcement agencies
to cool it, the flood shows no sign of abating.
Personally, I believe the time
has come for us to put a halt to this madness. I say we should
shower recognition, adoration and star status on those legislators
who dedicate themselves to erasing from the books as many as
possible of those silly, intrusive and costly laws that have
been suffered upon us all these years. In other words, lets reward
with our votes those legislators who work to stem the apocalyptic
flood instead of those who take great delight in fortifying it.
Come to think of it, that would
be a great election platform for someone in this year's eager
crop of legislative candidates.
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published originally in the
Philadelphia Daily News
and other newspapers
Copyright (c) 1999 by William J. Lynott
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Andrew Mellon was a Piker
by
William J. Lynott
War has two faces. Soldiers in
the trenches see one face; generals in the war room see quite
another. It's that way in the world of consumers, too.
When the CoreStates/First Union
Bank merger was being negotiated, the perspective was solely
that of the "generals." Talk was of increased profits,
economies of scale, greater efficiency. Now that the dust has
settled, soldiers in the trenches (consumers) are getting their
first close-up look at the newly-created "monster."
What they are seeing is ugly, but was easily predictable: higher
fees, longer lines, poorer service, a less caring bureaucracy.
Glossy brochures and expensive TV commercials trumpet the advantages
of doing business with the newly-married couple. The reality
is less attractive.
The new First Union (with home
offices in faraway Charlotte, NC) is a financial powerhouse of
almost unimaginable proportion. With $229 billion in assets,
16 million customers, 3,400 ATM machines and 2,400 branches stretching
from Florida to Connecticut, First Union is now the largest bank
on the East Coast and one of the sixth largest banks in the country.
But First Union was just a teaser.
More stunning was the recently
approved marriage between CitiCorp and Travelers' Group. The
new CitiGroup, with 100 million customers worldwide, will have
assets of $700 billion. For a while at least, that makes it the
largest financial services company on the planet. To put that
incomprehensible figure in perspective, it is larger than the
gross domestic products of Taiwan, Bolivia, Bulgaria and Denmark
combined.
Now comes the proposed merger
between Bankers Trust and Germany's Deutsche Bank. If this one
goes through, the new company will have assets of $9.7 billion.
Figures like these make Andrew
Mellon seem like a piker.
The winner-takes-all philosophy
rampant in board rooms today leaves little doubt about where
the banking industry is heading. Unless their strategy is thwarted,
we are destined to end up with perhaps three or four megabanks
wielding an economic sledgehammer unfelt in this country, or
in the world, since the days of oil baron John D. Rockefeller.
Early in this century, America
woke up one morning to find that Rockefeller's corporations controlled
90% of the world's kerosene market. This was in the day when
our living rooms, stores, and factories were lighted with kerosene.
When Rockefeller's Standard Oil raised prices, consumers had
no place else to go.
That's precisely the situation
that the Sherman Antitrust Act of 1890 was designed to avoid.
The basic tenet of this law is that competition helps to keep
consumer prices down and quality up.
When the CoreStates/First Union
merger was proposed, red flags were raised along the eastern
seaboard. Among the more visible of concerned citizens was U.S.
Senator Arlen Specter (R- PA). "We're seeing a real epidemic
of mergers," he said. "I'm skeptical about the public
interest being served." Later, he said he was considering
writing legislation to restrict bank mergers.
Senator Specter has good reason to be skeptical. As more and
more of the nation's finances get funneled through fewer and
fewer banking houses, the consolidation of economic and political
power becomes more forbidding. It doesn't take much imagination
to visualize the inevitable effect of all this on individual
consumers.
Unfortunately, the current environment
allows for little hope that the rising flood of bank mergers
will abate on its own. Even if Senator Specter and his congressional
colleagues take those first steps toward restrictive legislation,
meaningful results could be many years in the future. Powerful
banking interests already in existence have enough muscle to
delay the legislative process for years, perhaps decades. In
the meantime, we can expect to see steady increases in our banking
costs even as services deteriorate.
Unless you and I decide to deploy
our most powerful weapon: the right to choose.
The mightiest economic force in our free marketplace is the collective
will of the consumer. It cannot be denied, even by the brawniest
of corporate behemoths.
Unfortunately, most American consumers
have yet to recognize, much less act on, their collective economic
strength.
The only certain way for us to retain the small bank amenities
that we have come to enjoy is to support our remaining neighborhood
banks. With federal insurance applied equally to all participating
banks regardless of size, safety of our deposits is not a concern.
By seeking out the bank that provides
the services we want at costs that we feel are reasonable, we
set our own banking destiny. The only alternative is continued
submission to the merger mania of the "generals." That,
you can be assured, will guarantee the disappearance of your
friendly neighborhood bank, and a continued escalation of our
banking costs.
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published originally in the
Philadelphia Daily News
Copyright (c) 1999 by William J. Lynott
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